No, I don't buy it.
I know you.
God, it's good to see you.
We were going to change the world, Marty, remember?
Did you ever get around to actually doing it? No, I guess not.
- Well, I think I can. - Really?
Yes.
What's wrong with this country, Marty?
Money. You taught me that.
Evil defense contractors had it, noble causes did not.
Politicians are bought and sold like so much chattel. Our problems multiply.
Pollution, crime, drugs, poverty, disease, hunger, despair.
We throw gobs of money at them.
The problems always get worse. Why is that?
Money's most powerful ability is to allow bad people to do bad things...
...at the expense of those who don't have it.
I agree.
- Who did you say you were working for? - That's just my day job.
While in prison, I learned everything in this world, including money...
...operates not on reality... - But the perception of reality.
Posit: People think a bank might be financially shaky.
- Consequence: - People start to withdraw their money.
- Result: Soon, it is financially shaky. - Conclusion: You can make banks fail.
I've already done that. Maybe you've read about a few?
Think bigger.
- Stock market? - Yes.
- Currency market? Commodities market? - Yes.
Small countries?
I might even be able to crash the whole damn system.
Destroy all records of ownership. Think of it, Marty.
No more rich people, no more poor people, everybody's the same.
Isn't that what we said we always wanted?
Cos, you haven't gone crazy on me, have you?
Who else is going to change the world, Marty?
Greenpeace?
You are crazy.
Tomorrow they'll retrieve your fingerprints...
...from the gun that killed a Russian consular officer.
The following day, those prints will be run through an FBI computer...
...and they will come up with a name.
Martin Brice...
...my old and good friend, who promised me we would not get in trouble...
...and who, I might add, didn't.
Then they'll check this database in Washington, D. C...
...which I'm now able to access, thanks to you.
Of course, no one knows where Martin Brice is, do they?
But what if this indicated...
...an alias?
Don't. Don't do it, Cos.
Pain?
Try prison.
Ciao.
- Oh, no, not the head. - Just relax.
No more secrets, Marty.
- I've had a bad night. - Really?
- You look terrific. - You look awful.
I should think so, considering what I've been through.
- What happened? - You tell me.
You got hit over the head twice and got thrown out of a speeding car.
Here, let me do this.
I'm sorry.
It's okay. L...
I'm sorry.
The paper said that Greg was killed.
I called your number, and someone else answered.
I didn't recognize the voice.
I can't do this alone, Liz.
I'm here.
We have to meet.
The FBI says the fingerprints found in the embassy car...
...match those taken from the office of a government researcher...
...found murdered earlier this week in Palo Alto.
The connection was made after a Bay Area radio station received...
...an anonymous tip linking the two killings.
I'll bet it was anonymous! The son of a bitch.
All right, it's time we call the authorities.
Great. Now that we're accessories to espionage and murder.
All the more reason to turn ourselves in now while we can still cut a deal.
With what? We got bupkus! They'll give us 20 years in the electric chair.
You think I like it? I've got a family! We have no other choice.
Yes, we do.
We make the call, but we make it our way.
Unload the van.
We got these band wideners here, Whis. Where do you want 'em?
Thanks. Nice apartment.
I'll bounce this call through nine relay stations...
...around the world and off two satellites.
It'll be the hardest trace they've ever heard.
This'll measure stress in the voice on the other end.
Not as accurate as a polygraph, but it'll do.
- Unbelievable. - Let's do it.
Fort Meade, Maryland. Good afternoon.
Try Director of Ops.
National Security Agency, Director of Operations, please.
- What extension, please? - I'm sorry. I forget the number.
Could I have Director of Operations? It's very important.
What extension, please?
Try Research.
Gimme Research. It's an emergency.
I need an extension or a name.
Setec Astronomy.
One moment, please.
They've started the trace.
Who is this, please?
It's my dime. I'll ask the questions. Who are you?
- Let's say my name is Mr. Abbott. - True.
- They made the second leg. - Mr. Abbott...
...are you interested in Setec Astronomy?
I'm interested in all kinds of astronomy.
- Cute. - They've got the satellite in Tokyo.
These guys are good.
I need to know if you're someone who can make a deal.
- Go on. - Can you deal?
- Yes. - True.
They're across Transcom. You've got about 20 seconds, Bish.
If I come in, can you guarantee my safety?
Do you have the item?
- No. - Fifteen seconds.
- Can you guarantee my safety? - Where is the item?
- Can you guarantee my safety? - Five seconds.
- Yes, I can guarantee your safety. - Bish, he's lying.
- Hang up. They've almost got us. - He's lying!
- Hang up, Bish! Hang up! - He's lying! He's lying!
There's gotta be a way to cut a deal.
Too late.
If we had the box, yes. Without it, no.
So let's get this friggin' thing.
- I don't know where it is. - What did it sound like?
- No idea where they took you? - No.
They threw me in a trunk, drove around in circles.
It could be 100 miles away, underground, in a sky-rise. Forget it.
- Bish, what did it sound like? - What?
The road. When you were in the trunk, what did the road sound like?
Well, I don't... Highway. A regular highway.
Did you go over any speed bumps? Gravel?
How about a bridge?
- Bridge, yeah. - Four bridges in the Bay Area.
Was the Golden Gate fogged in last night?
- Yes. - Did you hear a foghorn?
No.
- Scratch the Golden Gate. - That leaves three.
What did it sound like? Did you go through a tunnel?
I'm not... No.
Scratch the Bay.
That leaves two. San Mateo and Dunbarton.
What did it sound like?
Lower.
There was a recurring sound.
Like seams in the concrete.
But further apart.
Yeah.
- Now what? - Bumps. Rough ones.
- Railroad tracks. - Yeah, yeah.
A right on Antrim and a left on 84.
And then what did you hear?
- A cocktail party. - What?
Drove through what sounded...
It sounded like a cocktail party.
There was chattering. It was right at the end.
Great. Now we got to look for a cocktail party...
...on the other side of the railroad track.
What's the exit where the railroad tracks are?
Crescent.
Mother, stay on Crescent, get off at the reservoir.
Okay.
There's a cocktail party at the reservoir?
Yeah. Yeah.
Very good, Bish. Remind me to make you an honorary blind person.
Great.
Where's this road go?
Nowhere. Looks like it ends right around that hill.
- What's behind the hill? - Nothing. It's private property.
Private.
Forget it. It's a toy company.
Toy company, my ass. That's laser fencing.
There's high voltage on the perimeter. The whole building says "go away".
It's Cosmo. I know it. The toy company's a front.
Mother, get the directional. Carl, get the video. Let's go.
- Second floor, northwest two. - That's a bathroom.
Second floor, northwest three.
- That's an emergency exit. - How do you know that?
I can hear the emergency floodlight batteries recharging.
Hold it right there. Crease, what's this mean?
"My voice is my passport. Verify me. "
Some sort of voiceprint ID. I'll check it out.
- What am I listening to now, Mother? - Third floor, southwest corner.
It's bursting with ultrasonic.
I've never heard sensors that powerful before.
Bish, someone is very serious about keeping people out of that room.
Yeah.
There's the corner room...
...with the motion detectors Whistler heard.
That's Cosmo's office. I saw the sensors.
They keep the lights on all night...
...so we must assume sensors are on, too. It won't be easy getting in there.
Run this on ahead. Let's figure out who works next door.
It's fascinating what $50 can get you at the county recorder's office.
- What do you got? - PlayTronics' corporate headquarters.
- The complete blueprints. - Not bad.
- Not bad, Carl. - Thanks.
Where'd you get the $50?
- I took it from Mother's wallet. - Good.
No, Mom, today's not a good day to come over.
Okay, what have we got here?
It's called a Man-Trap. I borrowed this demo from the manufacturer.
It's a digital voice-recognition monitor hooked up to an access booth.
NSA uses this to keep people out of restricted areas at Fort Meade. Card?
- Now speak right into this box. - Hi.
My name is Martin Bishop.
My voice is my passport. Verify me.
You can't pass through...
...unless your voiceprint matches the one encoded on the card.
- So we need someone's card. - And their voice.
- Can we beat this with tape? - Has to be up close and personal.
Otherwise you'll be caught in a steel-reinforced booth...
...while the guards with the shotguns are called.
That's great.
What about motion detectors?
I'm picking one up this afternoon.
That makes beating this look easy.
Hey, Bish, I think we've found our guy.
Okay, I've blown up the image a little. Here's the room next to Cosmo's.
Now it's the end of the day. Watch who comes out.
Let me zoom in on the front door.
A lady in a green skirt...
...and this guy with the cap.
Nobody comes out for another 18 minutes.
- So it's one of those two. - Right.
Here's the next evening. Again...
...the office next to Cosmo's. Lights go out.
The guy in the cap. Anybody else?
Nobody else comes out for 22 minutes. That's who works next door.
We'll use his office to get into Cosmo's. Can we get plates?
Let me see.
Zooming in.
Another bump. Enhancing.
There's your plate. 180 IQ.
Cute. All right, Carl, let's do this guy.
His name's Werner Brandes.
Single, 6'1", 174 pounds, must wear glasses to drive...
...no outstanding tickets or warrants.
He leaves work between 6:00 and 7:00 every night...
...takes the same route home, obeys the speed limit...
...comes to a complete stop at every stop sign and signals when he changes lanes.
He's a very safe driver.
$750 limit on his Visa, pays his bills.
No bad debts, no bum checks.
No firearms. Member, International Microchip Designers Association...
...and chairman of the social committee.
Great. The world's most boring human.
How the hell are we going to get close enough to record him?
Oh, Mother.
Sorry, Liz. Standard procedure. Trash from the guy's house.
And thank you for bringing it into mine.
Okay, let's see here. Phone bill, no long distance.
Club Med brochure.
A ticket stub to a Barry Manilow concert.
Here it is. Here we go.
"Dear Compudater: Welcome to the world of automated compatibility. "
- He's a computer dater. - I love it. Let's get him a date.
What was the name of that gal we used on the cereal company sneak last year?
Sandy Krieger? Forget it. Married a cop.
How about Barbara? Now, she was cute.
Yeah, but she'd never do it. She regards this work as juvenile.
That's why she divorced me. How about your friend Jessie?
- Yeah, she's buff. - Fellas.
Fellas, look at this man's trash. He's not looking for buff.
It's the nicest garbage I've ever seen.
The man who folded this tube of Crest...
...is looking for someone meticulous, refined, anal.
What?
Werner? Hi.
I'm Doris.
Hi.
Are you ready for the dim sum bar?
I'm not really in any hurry.
All right. I'll be right back.
So.
What an interesting name you have.
How exactly do you pronounce it?
This is what's in Cosmo's office.
The best motion sensor on the market.
Watch this.
It also responds to thermal differentials.
Does this have a happy ending?
We can wrap you in a full body suit of neoprene, heat-resistant rubber...
...or raise the temperature in Cosmo's office to 98.6 degrees...
...which is probably what we'll do. The neoprene would suffocate you.
Either way, you've got a top speed of...
...two inches per second.
Any faster than that...
...and big guys with guns.
- You'll probably do fine. - Since when am I the one...
This is the same answering machine Janek used for his box.
That's what you'll be carrying across the floor at two inches per second.
I got that for you because I figured you'd just want to practice with it.
Remember to go real slow!
Slow.
You get all the fun stuff.
So, what about travel?
Where do you like to go? Europe? Mexico?
I don't know. I've never been out of the country.
I think they want us to leave.
Sit down, Werner.
Talk to me.
You know what? I really love the sound of your voice.
Really?
I always thought it was kind of nasal and pinched.
No, not at all. It's lovely.
And there's this one word.
I've always loved the sound of this word.
- Oh, no! - No, what? What?
- You wouldn't. Never mind. - I would. What? What, please?
All right.
I would really like to hear you say the word...
..."passport".
Passport?
You know, you're right. We ought to leave.
Doris?
Would you like to have breakfast with me?
Sure, fine.
Shall I phone you or nudge you?
Check, please.
Hi. My name is Werner Brandes.
My voice is my passport. Verify me. Thank you.
Is that the gardener? I thought they already left.
I guess not.
May I use your john, please?
Listen, a few minutes ago, a gardener came...
Skip it. I see him.
Okay, fellas, I'm outta here.
Carl, have a nice ride.
It's hot in here.
Maybe I'll just open this window a bit.
I'll join you as soon as I'm through pounding these breasts.
Do you know, the best thing about this meal...
...besides it's absolutely fabulous...
...is that it only has 400 calories. - Oh, great.
- I'm concerned about what we eat. - You are.
What would you say is the ideal diet?
I sort of eat on the run.
I'm really busy, so...
The ideal diet, don't laugh, is the bottom of a monkey cage.
- I'm sorry? - Look at the bottom of a monkey cage.
Is someone answering your door?
Just a second. I'm not expecting anyone.
No. Nobody there.
- I'm sorry. - We're all alone.
I'll just close the window. It's okay now.
It's true. I read that once.
I don't know. What were we talking about?
You have fruit, greens...
Good evening. PlayTronics.
Cattle mutilations are up.
- Don't. - Sorry.
Here we go.
Martin, we've got video. All eight of them.
You're coming in fine.
You are clear all the way up to the Man-Trap.
Hi, my name is Werner Brandes.
My voice is my passport. Verify me.
There's a three-foot area in the corner, just outside the sensor's range.
Good. Hold on. Whistler?
- Carl, how's the weather? - 98.6 and holding.
Beauty. We got body temp, Crease.
Go.
Once again, I am so sorry about dinner.
No, it was really delicious.
No, no. I overcooked the carrots.
No, I liked them really squishy like that.
- That's cute. - Watch.
Watch this.
Play dead.
Great!
I designed the voice recognition chip.
What a thing to do!
- Could I just make a quick phone call? - Sure.
- It's in the bedroom. - Upstairs?
Yeah, just go upstairs and then walk straight forward.
The first one is a closet.
Pooch.
Look what you've done to Doris' purse.
What do you say we go for a ride, Doris?
I don't believe this!
What are you saying? The NSA killed Kennedy?
No, they shot him, but they didn't kill him. He's still alive.
That's it. I've had it.
I don't want to talk to you anymore.
- Do your job. I don't want to talk. - Okay, fine.
It was the same people who framed Pete Rose.
Boy, this was fun. Wanna go back?
- No, we're almost there. - Almost where?
- Forget it. Forget it. - No, Crease.
Werner just pulled up. He's got Liz with him.
Martin? I think you'd better hurry.
The one thing I can't do is hurry.
"I want you to say it for me just one time. "
"Passport. You have such a beautiful voice. "
I'm Dr. Brandes. I work on three.
I believe this phony is involved in some plot to break into my office.
Hold it! Hold it! Let me see your entry card.
- You took my card. - What card? See?
Sir, we have a problem.
- What? - Call the police.
I think that someone is trying to break into my office!
Let's take a look at his office.
Well?
Well, everything seems to be in order.
- Does it? - Yes, sir.
- Very sorry to have troubled you, miss. - Not as sorry as I am.
Werner.
They're letting her go.
- We'll call you a cab. - Thank you.
This is my last computer date.
Wait.
A computer matched her with him? I don't think so.
Marty.
Why is it so hot in here?
Marty!
We've got six guards in the front lobby...
...four in the south corridor, five upstairs north.
- Guards in the boiler room. - Oh, God.
Carl, listen carefully. You've got trouble.
Heating duct's over the furnace.
You'll be all right. Find the heating ducts above the furnace.
That'll lead you to the elevator.
There's a fire escape at the end of the north corridor.
- There are fire walls. - Have him go south.
No, go directly north, 30 yards.
Once you're there, let me know.
Blue team, move to corridor one. Green team, secure north corridor.
He'll be in a crawl space. Break through.
Crease?
I'm in northeast three, over the corridor.
- I think it's a dead end. - Don't move.
Don't worry, we'll get you out of there.
We've got guards at every stairwell. Can you hear if there's any...
Oh, no.
What? Don't say "oh, no".
This is Wallace.
I'm in northeast three. I'm gonna check it out.
Martin, we lost...
Do you read me?
Damn!
Stop shooting.
Marty?
I know you are in the building...
...and I know you can hear me.
God.
You should not have come back, Marty.
I won and you lost.
If our friendship meant anything to you, that's the way you should have left it.
But you always had to be the one to win, didn't you?
You were the one who got away with things, while I never did.
You always had to get the girl, didn't you?
So I never did...
...at least not until now.
She's lovely, Marty.
Please.
Marty, please bring me the box.
You must know...
...they will never let either of you live if you try to get out.
I am your way out.
I'm your only way out.
If I wanted you dead...
...you'd be dead.
Marty...
...I cannot kill you.
I cannot kill you.
You have to trust me.
Guys, I'm goin' in.
Do you hear me, Carl?
Yes.
- Hi. - Hi.
- How are you? - Fine. How are you?
So you have my box.
We have a deal.
Right?
Wait a second.
Wait a minute!
Goddamn it, you gave me your word!
I cannot kill my friend.
Kill my friend.
You son of a bitch.
You didn't really think we were gonna let you go, did you?
You didn't really think I was gonna let you have this box, did you?
- What? - Now.
Now? What are you talking about now?
- Now! - You're damn right, now!
- Carl, now! - Geronimo!
Let go of him.
I mean it. I'm an excellent marksman.
Woman! Move!
Sure. Sure.
Get up.
- What the hell were you waiting for? - That's not easy, what I just did.
- Guys, could we get out of here? - Yeah.
Here.
- Up, up, up! - I'm up!
Hurry!
Crease, we're on the roof. There's a fire escape on the side. Is it clear?
Yes, clear.
Where are you?
On a hill overlooking the northeast corner of the lot.
- There! - Beautiful. Come and get us.
Hurry up. We've only got a few minutes before anybody knows we're gone.
Comin' to get you.
Put your hands where I can see 'em and step outta the van.
You too, Midnight.
Bish, they've got Crease and Mother.
Shit!
Whistler, you've got to do it.
Do what?
You gotta drive. I'll talk you through it. Now, hurry.
Drive what?
Okay, Bish.
There's a gate about 30 yards behind you.
Put it in reverse and floor it.
Did I ever tell you why I had to leave the CIA?
No.
What's reverse?
One down.
My temper.
Mess with me, I'll split your head!
Crease, where's Whistler going?
Bish? I'm going backwards.
You're doin' fine. Doin' fine.
Now, hit the brakes!
Now!
Okay, put the gearshift down two notches.
Down two notches.
Turn left. Floor it.
- I'm going forward. - Straighten out.
- What was that? - Okay, keep comin'.
Oh, God, I'm driving!
No, don't do that. I'm driving!
Go left!
My left. Right.
Go right! Right!
It's okay.
Beautiful! Keep comin'. Keep comin'.
Now, you're gonna go down a very gentle slope.
Okay, fine. Great. No problem.
Doin' okay. Five more seconds...
...and stop.
I think I'll stop right here.
Whistler, that was great!
- Whistler! - That was great!
I'm taking the wheel. In the back.
Where's Martin?
Marty.
Would you step away from the ladder?
You will give me the box right now...
...or I will kill you right now.
No.
Jesus!
Just give me the box, Marty.
- I thought you couldn't kill me. - I missed on purpose!
- Now give me the box. - Take the damn thing! I don't want it.
You win, I lose. That's what you want, isn't it?
- Say it! Say it! - Yes.
I'm sorry, Cos.
- You could have shared this with me. - I know.
- You could have had the power. - I don't want it.
Don't you know the places we can go with this?
- Yeah, I do. There's nobody there. - Exactly.
The world isn't run by weapons anymore, or energy or money.
It's run by ones and zeroes, little bits of data. It's all just electrons.
I don't care.
I don't expect other people to understand this...
...but I do expect you to understand this.
We started this journey together.
It wasn't a journey, Cos.
It was a prank.
There's a war out there, old friend, a world war.
And it's not about who's got the most bullets.
It's about who controls the information:
...what we see and hear, how we work, what we think.
It's all about the information.
If I were you, I'd destroy that thing.
Don't go.
You do what you have to do, Cos.
But if you want to stop me...
...you'll have to pull the trigger.
You.
I can't believe we actually made it back.
I can't believe we did the greatest sneak in history and can't tell anybody.
You know what I can't believe? Tomorrow's Thursday!
- Not one word. - All of you, step over here.
Hands over your head. Move!
Move!
Mr. Bishop.
I'm Bernard Abbott, National Security Agency.
We spoke on the phone.
I believe you have something that belongs to me.
It's interesting, don't you think, you guys...
...that the NSA is here?
I thought the FBI was supposed to do this kind of thing.
Absolutely. This is outside the NSA's jurisdiction.
Unless the NSA didn't want anybody to know about Janek's little black box.
I keep thinking about something Greg told me.
He said our codes were based on an entirely different system...
...than the Russian codes, so this box really wouldn't work on them.
The only thing it would be good for is spying on Americans.
Sure, with a box like that they could read the FBI's mail.
- Or the CIA's. - Or the White House's.
No wonder they don't want to share with the other children.
What do you want, Mr. Bishop?
Clear up my record.
- Get outta my life. - I don't have much choice, do I?
Not unless you wanna read about it in "Newsweek".
- Deal. The box. - Not so fast.
- I want a Winnebago. - What?
Fully equipped, big kitchen, water bed...
...AM-FM, CD, microwave.
This is not a car dealership, pal.
He wants a Winnebago.
All right, a Winnebago.
Thank you. Burgundy interior.
Now the box.
I have never taken my wife to Europe.
I'm sorry to hear it. Give me the box.
You will buy me two round-trip, first-class tickets to Athens...
...Lisbon, Madrid and Scotland.
- Don't forget Tahiti. - And Tahiti.
- Tahiti is not in Europe. - Excuse me.
When you get the box, give us geography lessons.
Until then, this man goes to Tahiti.
Fine! Tahiti!
Carl?
The young lady with the Uzi, is she single?
Carl. Excuse us.
This is the brass ring. You gotta think bigger thoughts.
I just want her telephone number.
Please.
- How about a lunch? You can chaperon. - No.
- I will not do this. - Abby, come on.
- The FBI'd give him twins. - No!
Wait a second.
You can have anything you want, and you're asking for my phone number?
Yes.
273-9164...
...area code 415.
- I'm Carl. - I'm Mary.
I'm going to be sick.
- Are we done here? - Not yet. Whistler.
I want peace on earth and goodwill toward men.
- This is ridiculous. - He's serious.
I want peace on earth and goodwill toward men.
We are the United States Government. We don't do that sort of thing.
You're just gonna have to try.
All right, I'll see what I can do.
Thank you very much.
That's all I ask.
How about you? What do you want?
I'm fine.
May I have the box?
You know it doesn't work. It never did.
That's not important, is it?
What's really important is that none of this ever happened.
This box doesn't exist.
I never saw it before.
Remember that.
Bishop?
All you did was say it was broken.
Can't they still just hook it up and do terrible things with it?
Nope.
In a surprise announcement, the Republican National Committee...
...has revealed it is bankrupt.
A spokesman said they had plenty of money in their accounts last week...
...but today they just don't know where the money has gone.
But not everybody's going begging.
Amnesty International, Greenpeace and the United Negro College Fund...
...announced record earnings this week...
...due mostly to large, anonymous donations.